SauceLordRich - G.U.N.S (Girls Under No Supervision) lyrics

[Verse 1: SauceLordRich] Most of these n***as are under my vision Guns, guns, guns, girls under no supervision You don't know half of my limit, retarded like Timmy She bust like a semi, let's take a trip to my city You show me your titties, head and get tail like a penny I'm tripping, I'm tripping, I'm tripping, I'm tripping, I'm tripping She mixing coke with the Henny, I keep some girls who won't pop it for plenty But they gon' pop it for Envy, she take a pop of that molly An addict like Kravitz, make that girl pop at the Lenny who*es looking for a n***a like Lord, Lord but there ain't that many Phil has that still worth of bills than she will work Nina make a profit if she pop you like a pill Perc Do what you will birds, shoot you like I'm Spielberg But I might let you live cause I got... [Hook: SauceLordRich & Iggy Azalea] Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word [Verse 2: Iggy Azalea] Bad a** like a honey drum Looking like a bag of money, bet you want you some Yeah, you want some, yeah, you want you some Yeah, I got it, if you want it, b**h show me some Clap for me, no Ovay, if you got a man then that's okay No handcuffing, there's no way, it's murder business, don't OJ And that a** thick just like Trina, know he start sweating when he seen her And I want that but don't need him, I'mma throw him down when I leave him, yeah She got a chopper like she on the front line, so pull up on it just like one time That's the sound of the pigs, she might just have to do a bid For having... [Hook: SauceLordRich & Iggy Azalea] Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word Guns in the crib, word [Verse 3: Sauce Lord Rich] All the d** got me tripping balls Yeah, I bu*ton down like a raptor End of times like a rapture Send some shots we send them back at you Send some shots we send them back at you Iggy, Iggy bring the map with you All they money bring it back with you You a lame I can't deal with you We ain't playing pretty pat with you Ain't no surrounding, no caps at you Ain't no retreat that's a lateral I like to keep a mystique Like I'm blue or something Got you confused like you're new or something Looking around for a clue or something Grant every wish like I'm Jew or something Guns in the crib but they doing nothing No mean, no